Gadgets: a flare bullet, wind-up lockpick, thermite charges, sleeve derringer with rope and dart
Disguises: Lt. Greeley, a hungry frontiersman, Strong Bear
Trivia: The letter of resignation President Grant reads aloud from General Baldwin dates this story as concluding on April 6, 1874.
Artie pours grant a glass of whiskey that's only a third full. When Grant picks it up in the next shot, it's over half full.
Aimee claims that Horage Greeley is the editor of the New York Herald. However, he was the editor of the New York Tribune.
Before the first commercial break, Aimee is surrounded by six Indians. After the break, two of them have disappeared.
Although Oconee tells Jim to go to the cave at 8 p.m., it's broad daylight throughout the entire scene from when Jim rides up the mine until he goes to the lake.
Aimee: Mr. West, oh, it's so seldom we get a chance to talk to someone from civilization. Oh, Daddy, I call upon you to yield this prisoner to me. Sir?
General Baldwin: I question your wisdom in taking prisoners, but I yield.
Jim: How many other fellas like Lt. Carter do you have dangling on a string?
Aimee: Now that's a military secret, Mr. West.
President Grant: Don't shoot, boys. The country's got problems but this isn't the way to solve them.
Oconee: West, that meeting you wanted. I'll arrange for it.
Oconee: Call it my admiration for your style under pressure.
Aimee: You hate me, don't you?
Aimee: No, you're just saying that to be nice. Down deep, you really do hate me, don't you?
Jim: If you say so.
Jim: Artie, do you think that Baldwin is calling the shots?
Artie: I don't know anyone else who has more to gain, do you? I mean, if you want to be President, what better way than kissing babies and killing Indians.
Artie: Whatever you do, I don't want you to think about three other men that General Grant sent to contact Strong Bear.
Jim: No, I won't.
Artie: I mean, just because he put them to the stake doesn't necessarily mean he's going to kill you, too.
Jim: No, it doesn't.
Artie: You just forget them.
Jim: Yeah, I will.
Artie: Don't dwell on it.
Jim: No, Artie, I won't.
Artie: Just put those poor devils right out of your mind.
Jim: Artie! All right!
Music: Froggie Went A-Courting (traditional)
Commercial breaks: ll: Aimee, ul: Jim in irons, ur: Aimee, lr: the Wanderer